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DIIQblObllil 


Prayer  During  Battle. 


Father,  I  call  on  thee. 
The  roaring  artillery's  clouds  thicken  round  me, 
The  hiss  and  the  glare  of  the  loud  bolts  confound  me 

Ruler  of  battles,  I  call  on  thee. 

0  Father,  lead  thou  me. 

0  Father,  lead  thou  me  : 
To  victory,  to  death,   dread  Commander,  O  guide  me  ; 
The  dark  valley  brightens  when  thou  art  beside  me ; 

Lord,  as  thou  wilt,  so  lead  thou  me. 

God.  I  acknowledge  thee. 

God,  I  acknowledge  thee  ; 
When  the  breeze  through  the  dry  leaves  of  autumn  is 

moaning, 
When  the  thunder-storm  of  battle  is  groaning, 

Fount  of  mercy,  in  each  I  acknowledge  thee. 

0  Father,   bless  thou  me. 

0  Father,  bless  thou  me. 
I  trust  in  thy  mercy,  whate'er  may  befall  me  : 
'Tis  thy  word  that  hath  sent  me;   that  word  can  recall  me. 

Living  or  dying,  0  bless  thou  me. 

Father,   I  honor  thee. 

Father,  I  honor  thee  ; 
Not  for  earth's  hoards  or  honors  we  here  are  contending ; 
All  that  is  holy  our  swords  are  defending: 

Then  falling,  and  conquering,   I  honor  thee. 

God,  I  repose  in  thee. 

God,    I  repose  in  thee  , 
When  the  thunders  of  death  my  soul  are  greeting, 
When  the  gashed  veins  bleed,  aud  the  life  is  fleeting, 

In  thee,  my  God,  T  repose  in  thee. 

Father,  I  call  on  thee. 
Sept.  1863 


Johnson,   Printer,   7  North   10th  st. 


Ocr»$ 


Hollinger  Corp. 
PH8.5 


